"Once you adored the veil..learn to keep your eyes down for centuries woman in this country have been duped and this con is know as A respectful girl"
वो नारी है , लहरों सी
वो पैर छूना जानती है
तो कश्ती डुबाना भी !! ✨
Journey of 18 year old lad...
The door's mournful sigh declares that countless stars twinkled and scattered in all ways and shade of night grew darker and darker however no lad peaked inside this immense yet weathered storage area.
Mrinalini squinted her eyes and held lantern high, The only source of light in this squeezed tight room, raindrops jumped on the crumbled glass window and mingled with dusty earthy fragrance. Her footprints on filthy yet tainted flooring surface informed her about caring of this giant room and she wondered for an unmatched moment that why nobody seems to get bother about it.
Tiny dusty particles squeezed out a raw cough from her dry throat and she hissed in soreness. Damnit she shouldn't have enter without covering her mouth but then she remind herself the task.
Few moments of her limited time rolled away on watching ancient yet traditional materials. Such as brass fish shaped container, pankhi ( Handmade fan ), slingshot, vintage lamp, earthen pots, vintage telephone, gramophone record player, classic chess pieces, brass chapati container, wooden engraved handheld mirror, hand-knotted carpets, wooden horse head, brass vintage carved planter, handcrafted elegant coin box, turban ornament, brass oil lamp, Brass Sculpture of Lord Shiva As Dancing Natraja, Kindi With A Spout For Holy Water. Her jaw hit the ground as she won't insult these precious traditional things by keeping it here.
In a jiffy, her eyes traced corner of this gigantic room and without marking any evidence, Mrinalini in utter silence stretched her footsteps till gateway and with a final glance, bolted the door.
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Dawn descended filtering breeze in tranquillity, Mrinalini shifted her body a little and lightly she winced when currents of physical agony swirled around her body.
Her eyes promptly shoot up when she felt the soreness sensation in her womanhood along with stickiness. She mustered strength and manged to sit. Her spine chilled when shiver striked and her finger closed around her saree, in subtle hope to seek some warmth.
Her bosom clenched in suffering and dim sunshine light broadened the size of her eyes as this time she was supposed to in kitchen, cooking meals. Shimmering of her copper eyes lessened and her ache deepened. Pain's bitter sting mocked her soul's dark night.
she without any further delay, jumped into morning business while anxiety gripped her by pondering over that how will she even conveyed this matter to this family as she can't come with silly excuse on which she can stay in room but then spending four days while doing nothing won't be appreciate by her in laws.
She huffed and draped herself in plain cotton saree and adjusted her ghoonghat. Muttering a soulful prayer, she ambled out.
She bowed her head in mortification when glaring of manoram catch with her innocent eyes, Mrinalini stumbled over on her explanation and clarified that she was experiencing her menstrual flow and suddenly her heart felt thorn of pain when she saw Manorma taking few steps back while her features turned in loathe.
